The Race – Part 6

And now the final humiliation. It wasn’t Scrounger’s fault, his Dragonfly companion, they’d found each other when he first arrived. No, the organisers had thought to put him at a disadvantage by giving him no gunner. So he was stuck. The race was about to start and no partner in sight.

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Sam was particularly annoyed. When he originally found the entrance to this place, he thought he’d finally turned a corner on the dark times he’d experienced since he came to in that stasis pod. But it seemed this wasn’t to be.

Not only had he been denied the happiness he truly felt he rightly deserved, but he was forced to take on this race. ‘A race he might not actually survive’ he thought.

And now the final humiliation. It wasn’t Scrounger’s fault, his Dragonfly companion, they’d found each other when he first arrived. No, the organisers had thought to put him at a disadvantage by giving him no gunner. So he was stuck. The race was about to start and no partner in sight.

“Hey old friend, what dya think?” Said Sam talking to Scrounger.

Scrounger was as unhappy about this as he was. “I think..” He said being as careful about his words as he could, “we should give it until the race starts. No gunner, no race.”

Everyone started to line up. Sam and Scrounger did the same. Still waiting for their gunner.

Terry wasn’t sure what was going on. One minute he was sat in a recording studio laying down the base on the Condor’s latest track. Then everything went a little bit blue. Although he could see it was him glowing from the reflection of the glass between him and the mixing room, he still had to check his hands to see the blue glow emanating from them.

“Guys.. Can you see this?” He asked. None of them responded. In fact, they carried on like he was still playing. Which was odd as he stopped mid-track. “Guys? I’m not liking this that much. What’s going on?”. Again they continued like nothing was wrong. Brian even looked at Terry, giving him a massive broad smile and a thumbs up!

Then, in a blink of an eye the recording studio, and indeed the band, were gone. Replaced by blue light initially, but then something else…

As the blue haze subsided and his eyes gained focus, he no longer found himself sat on his guitar amp. No, he was sat on something much bigger. The first thing he noticed was the gun. Beyond the gun was clearly a hanger, having worked in the old Croydon airport hangers, he knew what this was. But there were no planes. He tried to like behind him but he was strapped in and couldn’t turn his head.

Scrounger was the first to notice the new passenger. Mainly due to the additional weight on his tail, looking back, he said to his new saviour, “erm, new person, please use the controls in front of you to turn around. They’re quite straight forward.”

Sam looked back and waited. Terry looked at the controls in front of him and pressed a button. The seat didn’t turn around, instead it rolled around in position and he ended upside down with his shortish black hair touching the ground. ‘not that one then’ he thought to himself. Well if that turns me round, then this one should right me back up. He pressed it and his chair moved back to where it was. ‘Ok’ he thought, ‘logically this one should turn me round’ pressing the button did exactly that’s but he wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

The first thing he noticed was two wings, but not plane wings. No, these were much more organic. Kind of like insect wings. As he continued to turn to the front, he saw his two new companions. Both were looking at him with a quizzical look on their faces. But one was an insects face.

Terry started to panic inside “Welcome to the lily pond.” Sam explained, “you’re not dreaming but we do need you with us. We will explain but no time now. Are you ok?”

To be continued…

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